For 25 years, a murder case has remained indelibly etched on Benjamin Esposito's mind. Now retired, he decides to go back over that story and take another look at a past full all love, death and friendship. But those memories, once released and replayed a thousand times over, will change his view of that past. And rewrite his future.

Memory fascinates me. The way decisions we made twenty or thirty years ago can affect us today. This could also apply to a nation's memories. As we now recover our memory of the 1970s as a country, we know that the horror began to take shape before the military dictatorship. Ihe story takes place in that Argentina as the very air thickened, creeping up on and enveloping even the key players. My aim was to tell this story as a mixture: of small beings wandering through a sea of people, among huge structures, lost in the crowd - and their eyes. The story of that man walking by a hundred meters away at the train station, with five hundred bodies between us and him. What could we learn about him if suddenly, with no cuts, we could see a close up of his eyes? What secrets would they have to tell? Secrets about a story like this one perhaps: a story about a murder, true, but above all a story about love. A story about love in its purest form. A love that ended when it was only in the bud, with no time even to fade and die. How could a love like that be lived? What effect would it have on the people involved? What acts of madness could a pair of eyes commit when love is taken away from them? These are questions the film seeks to ask and which, only in the lives of the characters, perhaps attempts to find answers to.